I'll....I'll..." his eyes fazed like he was trying to think what to say but instead he bit down onto his lip as I placed my hand against his boxers. "...You'll what...?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Before a second had even passed he had leaned forward into me, his hands tearing down my skirt and ruffling my blouse above my head. My hair remained in a tight bun as his hand tugged against it, loosening it but not enough to cause it to drop. Nothing but the sound of our lips touching and. In his opinion, watching mold grow would have been more exciting. "Is that all? You two long-winded, worthless excuses for friends are supposed to--."His diatribe was interrupted by new activity on the boat. The smaller of the two humans had just removed the big floppy hat. With a shake of the head, a whole bunch of long dark hair came tumbling down. The longhaired human then turned and gave the big one a smile that, to Bronson, seemed to make the water even hotter.There was no doubt, the one. Today, for the first time in months, there wasn’t one. How did she used to start the day? She didn’t even know what to do, so she just sat at her desk and anxiously clicked ‘refresh’ in her email every two or three seconds. She could hear Desiree and Dylan’s muffled voices coming from the adjacent office. She only half-listened, distracted by her need to get the digital agenda ritual done and over with so the day could begin. ‘…already included the trigger, Master…’ ‘…redhead in the pants,. One evening they called me into the living room and said I didn’t have to leave every time Tony called. I explained I was letting them have some “alone time” and Tony said I was a really thoughtful k** and he couldn’t believe how grown up I was for a f******n year old.After a few months he moved in and I would cook breakfast for them both and go to school. If mum was on nights I would cook dinner for Tony and me and save Mums dinner and put it on a low light in the oven.Tony would praise me and.